Some lights will never dim. And though they may scorch us from time to time, they burn in our minds an image of what was and always will be truly divine.
The elaborate hoop lake dream
Comes tumbling down the mountain
Where have you been all these years?
The amnesiac returns from surgery
Which one goes in the peg?
He likes when you sing soft songs at midnight
But don’t ever say these three things
His mother didn’t, you see
She works for a demolition crew
So the poor idiot forgets the food he chews
Until it chokes him
Thus, he retired to this suite
To seek salvation from a breakdown
Every time he opens the door
She is staring in his face
And cleaving with a tapestry
Of beauty and disgrace
Go back to sleep my precious
He curls up in a ball
We’ll bounce you up and down the court
And let the ref make all the calls
From the Blackness of the Abyss He Comes
Leaving Crying Children in His Wake
With the Tip of His Hat, He Spills his Dust
And Soul Paralysis Ensues
What a Pretty Thing
That Agent of Evil
Just Try to Pry your Eyes
Or Dare to Turn your Back
You Know He’s There, but You can Make Yourself Forget
Until You Discover that He’s Visited You
Then the Love Hate Begins Again
And You’re Linked to Him by His Watch Chain
Being Toted around with so little significance
Dangling, Swinging, Bouncing in Compliance with His Steps
He is an Immortal
Know Him; For He Surely Knows You
May your god forgive you; for you have wronged me brother, and I don’t take well to being wronged.
…and the Avon catalog passes from my front door,
to my kitchen,
into my garbage can.
Oh, what a sad path this tree’s life has traveled.
An intense surge of energy and enthusiasm
Awareness of all that is beautiful in the world
The Good, The Ugly
Judgement stands not in the way
Gives way to…
An overwhelming gravity and loneliness
Why can’t the others see?
The glory of existence is not fleeting
It lasts for as long as our perception can stand
Yet, Tinkertoys eclipse The Light for everyone I know
They put on their business faces
They join in chants
They become “cleansed” by white noise
Do I let them drug me?
Is emotion an illusion?
Is safety selfish?
Do I have a choice?